Heir begynnis the traitie of orpheus kyng and how he yeid
to hewyn and to hel to seik his quene and ane othir ballad
in the lattir end.

1: The nobilnes and grete magnificence
2: Off prince or lord quha list to magnify
3: His grete ancester and linyall descense
4: Suld first extoll and his genology
5: So that his hert he mycht enclyne thare by
6: The more to vertu and to worthynes
7: Herand reherse his eldirs gentilnes

8: It is contrair the lawis of nature
9: A gentill man to be degenerate
10: Noucht folowing of his progenitoure
11: The worthy reule and the lordly estate
12: A ryall renk for to be rusticate
13: Is bot a monster in comparison
14: Had in despyte and foule derision

15: I say this be the grete lordis of grewe
16: Quhilk sett thair hert and all thair hale curage
17: Thair fadirs steppis iustly to persewe
18: Eking the worschip of thair hye lynage
19: The ancient and sad wyse-men of age
20: War tendouris to the yong and insole

The Sonnets to Orpheusby Rainer Maria Rilke

Silent friend of many distances, feel
how space dilates with each breath of yours.
Among the rafters of dark belfries peal
your own sweet tones. Your predators

will grow strong upon such fare.
Know transformation in its varied sign.
Which experience produces most despair?
If drinking offend, transform yourself to wine.

Be, in this immensity of night,
the magic force at your sense's crossroad;
the purpose of their mysterious plan.

And though you fade from earthly sight,
declare to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water say: I am.